Reflection on Kishorn Sketches – (and swim).

Back In the Studio .

Late October, on a painting course at West Highland Arts, led by the artist David Tress. His paintings vivid renditions of landscape and weather. The sun and rain, clouds and their shadows cast broad across mountains, fields and waters. His teaching thought provoking and generous, encouraging a bold start with a big idea.

Location
Deception Bay

The west coast landscape is variously hugely intimidating yet close and intimate. Lumps of hill and water, layered and going far away, with clusters of human habitation and tiny trees all dwarfed by the scale of the mountains. Even with the bright skies, the huge rocks shadows kept some parts frosty chill all day. The low sun never reaching over their brow.

We had no wind, rain only on the first day, frosty starts and clear sky days.

I learnt a lot from David Tress. A fine art tutor who shared his methods and knowledge – with the addition of some well chosen poetry. It will take time to digest his input so that I can pass it on appropriately to my own groups . It was an extraordinary week. With the best of company, particularly Sarah Franklyn, plenty of lovely food and wine – and the mosr perfect swim.

Perfect Day

Sketching out at Fishorn Loch – having melted the frost layer the gentle sun warmed us as we drew and painted.

Skye – The Coulins clear.

White Cottages on the shoreline.


A Week West Coast Painting.

Sunshine and frost, outdoor drawing, food and wine and companionship. With David Tress at the helm. We are drawing and painting all day.

Sarah Franklyn sketching in the late
afternoon sun.

Lucky with the weather, though of course we were prepared for all possibilities. There are elemental and uplifting aspects in trying to draw this magnificent cenery. It’s a bit bonkers too.

And we watched as the sunset.

Memory lane. (Via a tin of photographs)

I spent a pleasant hour being reminded of different painting locations, while delving through a heavy tin full of painting photos. All From the time before digital images – they are clunky, weighty and mostly very poor quality. But serve well to trip the memory switches.

Zakynthos – 2000. The beach so clean and the trees offering gentle shade.

Port St Niclaus certainly grew and developed over the 15 years that we went there. But it did not loose its intrinsic charm.

A New Italian Painting Adventure.

I have been approached by a lady called Madeline, who owns a boutique hotel in Italy. Near Ancona. Called Hotel Leone.

Looking for images suitable to encourage and publicise a painting week, I am reminded of the warmth and colours of Italy where I have taken groups in the past. Architecture, art, agriculture, scenery, food, wine, its diverse and delightful.

This painting was worked in situe, in hillside near Florence.

And this view was part of the wine estate where we were staying. It is all so paintily – we also walked amongst a mass of fireflies one evening. Wee glows of light, romantic and magical.

Not wishing a year away. But I look quietly forward to June 2021.

Falling Leaves

After the significant frost that we had last weekend, which did for the runner bean, courgette and tomate plants, it is now a time of dripping trees. The leaves tight summer hold has been broken and they fall – a sporaradic rain When the wind picks up – they will briefly come to life again, but for now they lie on the ground where they land, a slow thickening cover of autumn colours.

The sky is a limp grey. The flowers that have held on are such pretty brave souls, some tinged, edges burnt brown and crinkled by the nippet cold.

Light the fires to warm the house and wrap round a scarf. I go Outdoor Painting.

Exhibition at Monymusk studio gallery.

I have been working in a new studio space today and have proved that a change of scene can stimulate cteativity. My work is hanging on the walls around me and looks at home in the space, comfortable but also fresh to my eye. Some of older works are invigorated by being in different place and the more recent, new works can be viewed as if they were made by someone else. It was quiet. As I expected, It has meant that I have had the time and mental space to resolve a couple of paintings that had become tired – stuck – hence my belief in the benifit of being in a different environment.

I have now prepared other work to take next week when I return to the venue.https://susiejhunthome.files.wordpress.com/2019/10/vid_20191003_135341-1.3gpWhatever else happens, I deem it a success. I really appreciate my own studio but have seen how, a different working space, (even a rather chilly one) can be invigorating. It goes some way to explain the growing success and popularity of artists residencies.